as the run of show, and then the looks came out, one by one, in backwards order. Well, the afterparty happened in reverse too. I arrived with a massive hangover, was handed a gift bag, and when I was finally ready to leave at 2am had to stand in line and try and be pushy with the KCD ladies to avoid said line. OR maybe that's just what it feels like to me, since I have been to 22 parties in the last 6 days. Believe it–my feet ache, my liver hates me, and my meals for the last 72 hours have consisted of canapes and late night pizza. All in the name of FASHION!

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Marc's party wasn't overflowing with the usual celeb contingent, but it was certainly a Marc party–the dancefloor was packed, drag queens and LES kids in creative eyewear were everywhere, and people were craning their necks to get a peek from the line on lower 5th ave. Michelle Trachtenberg was there, Juergen Teller, Kim Gordon, John Currin and Rachel Feinstein...but alas, no Posh and Becks. While I couldn't quite picture her getting down with Brandywine-a-Go-Go, their front row presence made me hopeful. Tonight: the last of the fashion week parties...give me strength...